What?
Well, I suppose I'm deranged,
but I guess I'll just have to call.
What?
How on earth are you supposed
to vibe around?
When can our house
begin?
I just stare
I'm feeling hot, take off my sweater and my pants,
and I start to dance, and all the sweat
just goes down my face,
an d I pretend that there's nobody there but me in this place.
I get deep, and I'm falling all over the place,
but I catch myself right on time, right on
line with the beat.
An d it's so sweet, sweet, sweet,
sweet.
Why if house music was air, then
Dr.
Love would be my song and I
would only take deep breaths and
fill my lungs with the rhythm
with the bass. I get deep.
Now it's about plie, and I see people going plie,
spinning, jumping, and crying, as if
they had wings on their feet,
raising both hands in the air, as if
Jesus was the
DJ himself,
Smitty knows funky, funky, funky
Well, I suppose I'm deranged, but
I...
I guess I'll just have to go
I'll be with you, darlin'
Better step aside
I'm feelin' hot
Oh
Oh, oh, oh.